I found that when I talk to the little flower or to the little peanut they will give up their secrets . . .

I wanted to know the name of every stone and flower and insect and bird and beast. I wanted to know where it got its color, where it got its life - but there was no one to tell me.

The centre of his world was the south where he was born in slavery some 79 years ago and where he did his work as a creative scientist.

All my life I have risen regularly at four o'clock and have gone into the woods and talked to God. There He gives me my orders for the day.

Since new developments are the products of a creative mind, we must therefore stimulate and encourage that type of mind in every way possible.

As I worked on projects which fulfilled a real human need forces were working through me which amazed me. I would often go to sleep with an apparently insoluble problem. When I woke the answer was there. Why, then, should we who believe in Christ be so surprised at what God can do with a willing man in a laboratory? Some things must be baffling to the critic who has never been born again.

There are two ways, one is right; the other is wrong. If your work is only about right, then it is wrong.